The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had been falling on the glass walls of the chancellery for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the view of the city below into a smear of wet concrete and neon, and Elias sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his hands folded in his lap, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against his eardrums like deep water. He had come here to be heard, to explain the...

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